Sylvia Plath, "The Jailor." Ariel

“  i wish that i could open my eyes and the nightmare be over.  ” (sirius)

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓:ㅤ𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 ㅤ( & accepting )

A soothingly familiar voice responded in return to her worries like a gentle breeze, “ But it's a nice a feeling when you open them and realize that the nightmare only stays a nightmare, was never real, and that you're elsewhere and safe. ”

To Amelia's surprise, it was her 'favorite' flea bag manifested in full grace. The smile fixing subtly grown mustache could be considered the calmest she ever witnessed on him.

As someone who struggled with the nightmarish states of his imprisonment and was unfortunately still coping with the aftermath, Sirius was the last person who would give her advices about blatant ignorance. He joined her maze-less wandering with a sigh. “ We all wish for this nightmare to be over soon ... but patience isn't your strongest side. You, unfortunately, share this trait with your father and me. Heh, wish we had something more rewarding for you than that. ”

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"When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago."

-Friedrich Nietzsche

“   i really hope you've had your fun.  ” // for Sirius !

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓:ㅤ𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 || @ssevruss ( & accepting )

The lively bustling of the street carried along with the scent of butterbeer wafting from the Three Broomsticks, and the colorful banners of the nearby shops fluttering in the gentle breeze.

The elder of the Black brothers had a way of gliding through the crowd, weaving between people with an ease that suggested he was both part of the city and apart from it. Dark hair fell in tousled waves, framing his angular face, and every now and then, each step purposeful yet relaxed seeming both casual and deliberate. The jacket was adorned with subtle silver studs along the collar, catching the light as he moved. Underneath, a simple white t-shirt clung to his form, the fabric soft and slightly worn, hinting at countless adventures. His jeans were dark and fitted, frayed at the cuffs, revealing a pair of scuffed black boots that seemed to have stories of their own etched into the leather.

The laughter of the engaging collective around him soaked the aura of their carefree demeanor, a stark reminder of everything Severus despised the closer they got towards each other, until -- [ ... ]

The air between them crackled with tension, and for a moment, the laughter of the other students faded into the background. Sirius’s eyes narrowed, and the playful facade slipped away, revealing a flicker of something more serious. Uncomfortable silence, and the reality of the situation settled over them like a heavy fog.

'' Snivellus, '' Sirius replied, his tone dripping with mockery at the mention of infamous nick. Shouldn't the Dungeon bat stay geared toward self-preservation? Apparently nah, be there Prong(sie) he'd be far from staying idle. ' I really hope you've had your fun. ' Sirius’s grin faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of mild surprise. Eyebrow quirked, amusement dancing in his eyes, '' Oh? I always have mine that's for sure ... should I be asking what brings you to this side of Hogsmeade? Looking for a potion to cure your perpetual sourness? ''

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»  ━━  WILLOW  (2022)  QUOTES  :  EPISODE  ONE  :  THE  GALES.  PART  ONE.

quotes  taken  from  the  2022  series  “willow”.  please  alter  any  pronouns  if  required  when  sending.

“In a time of dread, a child was born destined to save our world.”

“___ was a man of pure heart and unfailing courage.” 

“An impossibly conceited thief, liar and rogue.” 

“What can I say? I was young.”

“We thought the war was over.”

“___ had a vision.”

“An ancient evil will rise again and destroy the future empress.”

“Her end would herald a new dark age.” 

“It was the only way I could protect her.”

“I almost had you.”

“Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“You know, there’s skill, then there’s talent. I just happen to have them both.”

“Along with a generous amount of arrogance.” 

“Who knows? In a few years you might beat me.”

“I would have beaten you if it wasn’t for that loose rock.”

“It’s not about mastering the moves, it’s about adapting to your terrain.”

“And i’m just better at that than you.” 

“ Yeah, superior in every way, your highness.”

“Tell me you don’t still think about that, going beyond the barrier, having these wild adventures like… we’ve always talked about.”

“I bring word from the queen.”

“Are we under siege?”

“You need to get dressed for dinner.”

“I take it my brother’s been called on too, to scrub behind his ears?”

“The prince, I believe, is hunting in the western woods.”

“Hunting? I wonder who he’s hunting today.”

“Was that too much?”

“You’re trembling…”

“You just have this effect on me, it’s just like nothing i’ve ever experienced before..”

“I didn’t think you felt that way about me.”

“You’ve got a bit of a reputation.”

“If you heard the things they say about you, things i know aren’t true.”

“Some of them might be true…” 

“That was before! I’m not that guy anymore!”

“___ i love you…”

“Excellent scowling.” 

“Trudging across the western reach looking for you, just how i’d hoped to spend the afternoon.”

“I do what I can for my friends.”

“The king, with a great host, was seen riding into the Vale.”

“And what do we suppose she means by ‘presentable’?”

“Well, I suppose not covered in dirt and grass.”

“Ah, well, she’s so particular.” 

“You know you’re coming tonight, right?”

“You know how I feel about gowns and wearing them.”

“You’re gonna have to suck it up because I’m not gonna be able to survive this thing without you.”

“What did you want to tell me?”

“We can talk about it later.”

“You saw nothing.”

“I saw everything.”

“That’s the kitchen maid, right? That makes those buttered muffins everybody always talks about?”

“I happen to be a great admirer of her muffins!”

“I’m concerned about what she’s going to put in those muffins when you inevitably break her heart!”

“I’m not going to break her heart.”

“Please. You’re going to lose interest and move onto the next. It’s like the one way you’re totally consistent.” 

“She has this ineffable human quality about her soul.”

“You don’t know her name?”

“I know her name!”

“Why do you look like you’ve been rolling around in grass?”

“Training. Tourneys and such.”

“What’s that on your neck?”

“Oh! I got bit by a fire moth, which was strange…”

“I don’t like you playing on those rocks. It’s dangerous.”

“Playing? We were actually training!”

“I’ve had them draw you a bath.”

“I’ve laid out a gown for you to wear.”

“You’re picking out my clothes now?”

“What am I, six years old?”

“When you neglect your responsibilities for your hobbies, you leave me no choice.”

“This is what you’ve always wanted, what you’ve worked for, harder than anyone i’ve known.”

“If they’re really your friend, they’ll be happy for you.”

“They’ll feel like I’m abandoning them when they need me the most. Because I am.”

“There were two, but one of them fell out of a tree.”

“I have to marry that one.”

“Have you spoken to him?”

“I curtsied, like a real lady.”

“He sort of grunted and shuffled his feet, like a real… winner…”

“You were saying, skirmishes in the west, beyond the barrier?”

“Nothing to worry yourself about.”

“Except I’ve heard similar reports from the north. Settlements torched and abandoned. What if it’s something else?”

“Nonsense. Nothing gets through the Barrier, ever.”

“I do pretty much everything around here.”

“I cook, I clean, I heal the sick. I actually made the wine.”

“You know, they say you’re quite the swordsman too.”

“Pfft. Definitely not the best… Second best.”

“My dad, he was great…”

“You’re supposed to be watching the ovens, not gawking at the high borns!”

“Think that countess is pretty? The one with the lips and the face?”

“Oh, don’t be obvious!” 

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The old library, Trinity College, Dublin, Ireland.

A self-portrait 🥀

Instagram: @lexi_jude

For no particular reason someone distantly stared at one of {older} Black's tattoos.

The grey entity's stare was as intense as any other personage's hiding behind the facade of the shadows. Where streaks of eyelashes would shut firmly during an instant moment, the austere exhale of air (accumulated in his cheek) would melt away any hint of tension on his visage. Subconsciously his palm tracked the pierced epidermis in absent rub over the area of the anonymous focus. Sirius could clearly feel where that stare aimed.

The left side of his neck. It carried something; a symbol carved in the flesh.

“ If you're staring at /THIS/ and even plan to ask about it, ” he quickly assumed whilst pointing digit at the tattoo, “ don't expect any good stories coming your way. That day I had more booze in me than I dare to remember. All about it; blackout. ”

It sounded convincing, didn't it? Maybe, or very likely -- not. Sounding like if he just remembered one of adventures during days of his youth. However, what Sirius brought up in a small cascade of harmless lie had a story much dreadful behind the markings of his tortured body. One thing never changed with elder Black, and that is -the urge to act a bit bratty whenever questioned about some of his bad experiences.

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Thinking about Sirius' anger issues.

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And after all those years, he knows how to complicate things; intensely.

“ Well, well — , ” obnoxiously low tittering lengthened what was supposed to be 'announcement' of someone's presence, “ look who the cat dragged in! ”

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